Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 100, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 September 1933 — Page 13

SEPT. 5, 1933

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY _*VK BAYLEBB prettT AMI Stunt to i CARLE Barnes *<lv>rtisinK mne*r of , Bi*hy jD-trr.nt store, marries DICK RADER, a rons;ruction superintendent i temporarily srorkm* la La<te City. Dick wr.t* Eve to give up stork.ng. cut she yefue* SAM HOLER HX>E an edeertistnf man I employed bv another store oeromes infa'uated with ARLENE SMITH stenog- I *aphr a- I. rlt In lore a:th GEORGE BLISS ! andsome THERON REECE has been ! forcing attentions cr. Eve Unknown to Dick Eve has been play- | Ir.g the stock market with borrowed ( money. She is certain that MONA AL- j DEN blond copy writer. is trying to | make trouble for her at the office. One i night adverting cop-, fa,ls to reach a newypaper office and Eve barelT man- ! ages to get i’ there before the deadline, i Bhe suspects that Mor.a is to blame for i this and also a series of minor mishaps i bu - lace.s proof of her suspicions NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY" CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX IT was Charles, the office boy. who had entered the room. He brought several copies of the home edition of the evening newspaper Rhich he laid on Eve s desk. She spread the pages open, hoping fervently that Mona had made no mistakes in sending out the copy. First she turned to Bixby's advertisement. studvmg it to see that each cut accompanied the copy it was to illustrate. Then, with more Care, she read the advertisement to make sure she had not overlooked Bny typographical errors when she \ read the proof. The next day was Saturday and . the merchandise featured was a group of 100 winter coats marked down to $59.50 each. This lot included many coats that had been much higher priced originally. ; Barnes had written the copy him- j self after a consultation with Mr. j Bixby and Miss Gordon, the coat buyer. Fortunately, Eve thought, it would have been practically impossible for an error to occur. It was just then that Miss Gordon burst into the office with a copy of the newspaper In her hand, demanding to know why the proof of the coat advertised had not been sent to her for an o. k. “Look at that!” the buyer almost ahouted, pointing to the advertise- j pient. “Why. what's wrong with it?” Eve tasked in dismay . “What's wrong with it? Noth- 1 ing—except a mistake of S2O in the price! The price on the copy was $59 50 as plain as anything. Look at the carbon of Mr. Barnes’ copy and you'll see. And here it’s $39 50. It means a loss of $2,000 on 100 coats. Just wait until Mr. Bixby hears of this! Why wasn’t the proof sent to me for my o. k ?” "But I did send it to you!" Eve protested. "I sent it by Charles, the office bov” “Well, he didn't come to me. Look up the copy and you’ll see I didn't o. k. it.” a a a MR. BIXBY entered the office at that moment. He. too. carried a copy of the same newspaper, open at the offending advertsement. His lace was grim. Eve clutched at her vanishing courage. No matter who was to blame for this error, she would be held responsible because Barnes was absent. The store owner opened the door of Barnes’ office. Eve and Miss Gordon obeyed his unspoken command to enter. He followed and closed the door, for which Eve blessed him. She could not bear that Mona Allen should witness her humiliation. Mona must be at the bottom of this, of course. Eve had corrected the proofs that morning and then sent Charles to take them to the buyers whose departments were represented. Before Charles’ return Eve had been called to Mr. Bixby's office—a summons she felt she must obey at once. She had given Mona explicit directions about returning the proofs to the newspaper office. Mona had blundered in some way. Blundered purposely and maliciously, Eve was sure. When Mr. Bixby asked for an explanation. Eve pave the details, briefly and frankly, making no effort to evade the responsibility. Charles was called in then and explameed that he had been unable to find Miss Gordon, though he had returned several times to the department. He had asked Miss Allen, he said, if he should take the

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advertisement to Mr. Bixby for an o. k. and she had replied that she would attend to the matter herself as she had another errand on the fifth floor and it would be no trouble to take the proofs. nan CHARLES was dismissed then and Mona summounded. She came, as Eve knew she would, looking very young and innocent. “Oh. did I do something wrong?” she exclaimed, lifting wide, appealing eyes to Mr. Bixby. “I'm terribly sorry! You see, I waited and waited for Mrs Rader to come back—she said she'd only be gone a half hour and I expected her any minute. Then when I was on the point of going up to your office, Mr. Bixby, as Charles had suggested I looked at my watch and j saw that It was time for Mrs Rader's lunch period. I knew she’d j be back in time for that and would rather attend to the ad herself, so I thought it was ail right for me to go to lunch." “And of course,” Arlene said when Eve related the story, “the big boss fell for all that hook, line and sinker! The only reason she didn’t grab the chance to go i to Bixby's office was that some i darned fool man called up and invited her to lunch.” “Well, it was my fault,” admitted Eve. "I should have hurried back from Mr. Bixby's office to attend to the proofs myself. Knowing Mona as I do. I might have realized she'd make some mistake if she thought it could possibly get me into difficulties.’” “Oh. well!” Arlene tried to com- 1 fort her, “the mistake was discovered in time to be corrected in the sports edition.” “Yes. but it’s the home edition that the women read and the home edition that goes to all the country towns. You can imagine what would happen in the coat department tomorrow if Miss Gordon and her saleswomen tried to explain to all those bargain hunters that the price published was a typographical error. No, Mr. Bixby told Miss Gordon to go ahead with the sale as advertised. And. of course, she feels dreadful! So does Mr. Bixby, but he tried not to show it. He’ll stand down there tomorrow and watch that $2,000 disappear without the flicker of an eyelash.” a a a IT* VE forced herself to go down to the coat department next day to watch the results of the error. Mr. Bixby was there, a little withdrawn from the crowd and watching them swarm about the bargain racks. It was a scene of confusion, with the sales force working as rapidly as possible. “I see that, the criminal is drawn irresistibly to the scene of the murder!” a merry voice whispered in Eve's ear She turned to face Arlene. who had come up behind her. “Couldn’t resist coming down to view the slaughter myself,” Arlene [Confessed. “Oh. m.v word! There's our blond playmate condoling with Mr. Bixby! You can’t beat that girl for crust. She would come blithely away and leave the telephones unguarded! I'll have to get back to the office.” “I’ll go with you,” offered Eve. “I never want to see another bargain sale as long as I live!” How she survived that day Eve never knew. She had felt ill with nervousness from the time the mistake in the advertisement was discovered Friday until closing hour Saturday. Over and over she tried to figure mentally how long it would take her to earn $2,000. This was mental punishment purely. The loss due to the mistake would fall on Bixby’s. “I'll be afraid to face Mr. Barnes Monday morning.” Eve told Arlene. I“I don't see how I can ever live ! this down!” What the error was to cost her, Eve could only guess. (To Be Continued) In Mesa Verde national park, Colorado, famous home of the cliff dwellers, nearly all skeletons found have been in the flexed or pre-natal position.

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When the ape-man did not even reply to the native's dialect, Parker gesturing violently, repeated: “Come down—down!’’ ‘He can't understand.” protested Jean, as her father continued shouting: “We want to talk to you!” and raised his gun, threateningly.

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Quickly Jean lowered her father's gun, exclaiming: “Wait!” Then, smiling, she called up to the ape-man, who all this time had been looking down at them impassively: “Won't you come down?' Please do!” As Tarzan continued not to move, she added, a little plaintively:

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“How—how do you do?” Tarzan suddenly stepped quite close to her. Parker raised his gun. Impatiently Jean cried to her father: “No, no!” and then, wonderingly, as she looked at the apeman: “He doesn't even know what a gun is!” Parker lowered his gun.

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